Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2007 23:09:00 -0600
From: Avy MacGregor
Subject: The New Year
This is a fictional piece of work based in homo-eroticism. If you are not
of legal age, or if this type of content might offend you, please move onto
something else. For everyone else, enjoy!
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The ballroom was brightly lit, crystal chandeliers sparkling,
Christmas trees dazzling, everything elaborately decorated for the
season. A string quartet performed chamber music in the corner while
catering servers circled the crowd, proffering trays of champagne and
canapes to the multitude of guests, all of whom were flawlessly dressed in
tuxedos or evening gowns, jewels sparkling, hair perfect. Everyone was
tipsy, laughing and hanging onto one another, the onset of the midnight
hour slowly inching forward, bringing with it the anticipation of the New
Year.
Feeling overheated and uncomfortable and somewhat anxious, I had
already removed my black tuxedo jacket some time ago; it lay rumpled on the
back of a chaise lounge, along with my bow tie. The buttons of my shirt
collar were undone, the cufflinks of my sleeves snapped open. I was
standing with champagne in hand, only half-listening to the monotonous
drawl of an old widow with bouffant hair and a diamond tiara who had far
too much to say about absolutely nothing. She'd been bending my ear for
quite some time, and although I was nodding and smiling at all of the
appropriate intervals, I was no longer paying much attention to her. My
eyes invariably scanned the room, searching for something.
A distraction.
For some unfathomable reason, I'd chosen to come to the party
alone. Although there were several guests present that I was acquainted
with, for the most part I was surrounded by strangers. I'd made the best of
the situation so far by indulging in complimentary drinks and participating
in conversations surrounding me - no matter how mundane or trivial the
topics seemed to be. But boredom was swiftly sinking in, and I contemplated
heading home despite the fact that midnight had not yet arrived.
Your entrance into the ballroom caught my attention instantly - a
remarkable presence, an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Light hair,
impish grin, striking blue eyes, an air of maturity and self-assuredness
about you. You were in attendance with several people, men and women alike,
who were engaged in a conversation clearly disinteresting to you; your face
expressed an aloofness undetectable to most but glaringly obvious to
me. You grabbed a glass of champagne and gulped half of it down, leaning
against the wall with knee bent and polished shoe up - pretending to listen
to your comrades but not interacting with them, your eyes swiftly scanning
the crowd as if searching for something. A distraction, perhaps, just as I
had been doing all evening.
Our mutual eye contact was instantly jolting. An endless stream of
attraction spiraling between us.
We remained connected this way for what seemed an eternity, the
room seeming to disappear, sights and sounds muted until it seemed the
crowd consisted of only you and me. We were gripped in a steadfast gaze, an
indescribable force of energy seizing us.
It had been a long time since I'd felt such an intense, immediate
attraction to someone - and an even longer time since the feeling had been
so earnestly reciprocated.
"Are you familiar with that type of situation, young man . . .?"
I returned my gaze to the bouffant widow. She was eyeing me
quizzically, her pencil-drawn eyebrows lifted in inquiry. I had absolutely
no idea what her discussion had been at that point. I shifted from one foot
to the other, finishing the last drops of my champagne before replying, "Oh
yes, ma'am." Immediately, I grabbed another flute of champagne from a
passing tray.
The old woman smiled and said, "Well, I only wish that everyone
could agree . . . "
I swiftly tuned her out again, returning my attention back to
you. Miraculously, your gaze had not faltered from me, not even by a
fraction. You deliberately allowed your tongue to linger on the rim of your
champagne glass for a moment before you took a sip of the bubbly, sending a
message of innuendo which traveled straight down to my groin. I shifted
feet again, heat rising to my face, and remained focused on you, hoping my
unwavering stare accurately expressed the arousal I felt.
You grinned and finished the champagne in your hand before setting
it down on a nearby table. We continued to gaze at one another, soundless
suggestions filtering through the music-drenched air. And then you excused
yourself from your friends and meandered towards the large archway leading
out of the room. Before exiting, you turned your head slightly to gaze at
me - an invitation to follow unmistakable in your striking blue eyes.
I needed no further persuasion.
Apologizing for my abrupt departure to the bouffant widow, I
swiftly grabbed my jacket and tie and pushed through the crowd, eager to
catch up with you. At first you were nowhere to be seen, and I felt an odd
surge of disappointment and anxiety flood through me. But then I spotted
you, your tall, sturdy frame heading down a long hallway in the direction
of the west wing of the manor, your gait confident, your hips swaying
ever-so-slightly, your hands resting comfortably in the pockets of your
black trousers.
Again, I pushed through the gathering of guests to follow you, my
anticipation rising with every step, the stirring in my groin
expanding. You never looked back, not even once, as though you were quite
confident that I was behind you.
We wandered into the deep recesses of the manor, the bright lights
eventually fading, the music and laughter of the party gradually
dissipating until it was only you and me, our quiet footfalls on the
polished red oak floor the only hint of our presence. I remained several
yards behind, enjoying our little cat-and-mouse game and the continued
rising anticipation of eventually catching up to you. Thoughts whirled
through my head as we ambled on - visions of kissing you, of tasting you,
of pushing you up against the wall and running my hands all over you.
It was not long before you disappeared down a darkened corridor,
quickening your step until you vanished from view, sinking into the shadows
as though your existence had been a mere fabrication of my mind.
I could feel my heart racing now. Could feel the blood pumping
through my veins.
It was pure expectation - full of inexplicable desire.
Without warning, a hand sliced through the air and grabbed me by
the wrist, pulling me deep into the shadows, transporting me into a
darkened half-bath. In an instant, your arms were embracing me, your lips
brushing against my ear as you whispered, "Come here . . ."
With one swift kick, I slammed the door shut, dropping my jacket
and tie to the floor to connect my lips to yours, drowning you in a deep
kiss while your arms continued to envelop me; chest pressed against chest.
You smelled and tasted of cologne and champagne. The sensation of
kissing you and touching you brought with it an instant erection, my cock
pressed so tightly against my trousers that I was forced to adjust myself,
my hand lingering on my bulge for a moment while we continued to kiss
without reprieve.
All existence of time and space vanished. The darkness of the tiny
room provided perfect quarters for our unfettered lust, the New Year's Eve
party a million miles away.
As our tongues hungrily explored one another's mouths, I moved my
hands up the length of your spine, crossing over your shoulders to travel
down your torso, my fingers slithering inside your tuxedo jacket to clutch
at your waist, pulling your hips closer to mine, feeling your erection
stretching your own trousers.
I moved my hand down further to cup your constrained bulge, already
marveling at your size, and then I firmly cupped your balls in one hand,
drawing a moan from deep within you. You sucked fervently on my tongue as I
continued to rub you. Then, unable to wait even a moment longer, I sank to
my knees, greedily fumbling with the belt around your waist and the button
and zipper of your pants, swiftly pulling your fly open and pushing your
red boxer briefs down to allow your cock to spring free.
"Fuck . . ." I breathed, encircling the base of your shaft in my
hand. You were of sizeable length and girth, uncut, with a sheen of pre-cum
already moistening your piss-slit. Without pause, I licked the clear liquid
away and rolled it around on my tongue, reveling in its salty flavor. Then
I pushed your cock up against your belly and stooped lower to kiss and lick
your ball sac, slowly sucking each testicle into my mouth, flicking my
tongue across the warm, clammy skin, tasting the hint of sweat on each of
them. Deeply, I inhaled your musky, masculine scent, brought to even higher
arousal by it.
Your hand went to my head, your palm rubbing my scalp as you
mumbled a long, drawn-out, "Uhhhhh . . ." all other words seeming to catch
in your throat. I noticed you peering lustfully down at me, your lips
slightly parted.
I guided your cock back to my lips and took you in, indulging in
the sensation of being stretched open by such a glorious specimen. As I
proceeded to swallow as much of you as I could, licking and flicking my
tongue all around - my fingers lightly tugging on your balls - I heard you
moan from deep within your throat. And as I looked up, I watched you paw at
your bow tie, trying desperately to open your shirt, a couple of buttons
popping off in the process to spill down across the travertine floor. I
reached a hand up to slide across your belly, tracing the light treasure
trail of hair, moving higher to pinch a nipple, pulling another moan from
your lips.
Your hands rested on my head again, fingers sliding down to clutch
at my ears as you instinctually moved your hips, taking up the gyrating
rhythm of the moment, making it your own, pushing your cock deeper into my
mouth until I felt the blunt head bump the back of my throat. I focused on
staying relaxed but gagged anyway, my fingertips digging into your
calves. You stayed pressed in for just a moment but then eased out, giving
me opportunity to breathe. I continued to lick and suck around your
cockhead, pressing my tongue under the ridge, my saliva covering you, my
hand rapidly stroking your length.
It was not long before I noticed your balls start to rise up, your
breath quickening, your hands gripping my head tighter. I knew that you
were close, and at that moment there was nothing more I wanted than to
taste your hot, salty cum streaming into my mouth.
I gripped your hip with one hand while my other hand struggled to
unclasp my belt, fumbling through zipper and boxer briefs to pull my own
cock out. But no sooner was my hard, dripping member in my hand than you
were thrusting into me one last time, holding my head still as your dick
exploded, waves of hot semen spraying out into my mouth. I swallowed and
swallowed and then pulled off to allow the remainder of creamy liquid to
splatter across my lips and chin, my hand drawing one last squirt from your
pulsing cock.
I licked you clean for a moment and then leaned back on my haunches
to peer up at you. You were struggling to regain your composure, your
jacket and bowtie removed, your shirt completely unbuttoned, a sheen of
sweat covering your torso. I stood up and slid my wet mouth to yours,
letting you taste yourself on my tongue - letting you lick the drops of cum
from my chin.
Your hand slithered its way down to my exposed cock, your fingers
skillfully gliding up and down my length, spreading the gathering precum. I
moaned deep into your mouth and pressed you closer to me, feeling your
still-hard cock massage against my own. You wrapped your hand around the
girth of both of our shafts, the circumference too wide for your fingers to
fully encircle. As you began to rub up and down, I thought that I might
immediately lose control, reaching orgasm within an unprecedented amount of
time. But I concentrated on not releasing just yet - wanting to enjoy the
sensations for as long as possible, my fingers gripping my balls, my face
moving down to nuzzle into your shoulder.
Suddenly, you released your hold on our cocks and sank down to the
toilet, positioning yourself on the lid and pulling me closer, your fingers
digging into my hips. "Need to taste you," you whispered hoarsely. The mere
sound of your voice sent shivers racing through me. And as you guided me
into your mouth, your hand gripping my base, I let out a long, low groan,
every fiber of my being struggling to control my impending orgasm.
From far off, I heard voices raised in a numerical countdown. The
midnight hour was upon us - a fact that only heightened the excitement of
our rendezvous.
Your mouth continued to work its magic on my burgeoning erection,
drawing me closer and closer to glorious release. I sifted my fingers
through your hair as you began to suck me more rapidly, the sound of your
wet mouth expertly sliding up and down on my cock reverberating throughout
the small room. Your fingers gripped my testicles. Your other hand gripped
me from behind, pulling me closer.
"Uhh, gonna cum..." I choked, wondering why I'd spoken it aloud, my
cock exploding before I was even fully aware of it, thick ropes of my semen
pouring out into your mouth and cascading down your throat. It seemed as
though I shot for an eternity, waves of ecstasy coursing throughout my
body, my toes curled up tight within my shoes, my head thrown back.
You swallowed every last drop of my ejaculation, your grip on my
ass so tight that I could feel the imprint of each of your fingers through
my trousers. After a moment, I realized that I was steadfastly gripping
your hair as though about to pull it out, and so I gently released my hold
and dropped my hands to my sides.
My breath remained ragged while beads of perspiration covered my
brow. I looked down as you opened your mouth and released my cock, your
eyes focused on mine, your lips shiny and wet. I leaned down and drowned
you in a deep kiss, exhilarated by the taste of my semen still lingering on
your tongue. Our mouths remained connected for an immeasurable amount of
time, the muted sound of singing and music and delighted shouts invading
our the room.
Then, a light knocking on the door. "Anybody in there?" a voice
called out.
Despite the interruption, our lips remained fastened; we were
simply too enraptured with one another to be so easily distracted.
But the knocking continued, becoming more and more persistent. A
voice from outside bellowed, "Hey! I'm gonna piss my pants standing out
here!"
Reluctantly, I took a step back. I acquiesced to our time being
over and so returned my cock and balls to my trousers, deftly re-closing
the snap and zipper while my gaze remained transfixed on you, my heart
still slightly racing. You stood and began to straighten yourself out as
well, buttoning your shirt even with its lost buttons, tucking your own
cock and balls back into your trousers, trying to look presentable despite
the disheveled appearance we both possessed. I assisted in the
repositioning of your bow tie, and as we stood so close, gazing at one
another, there was a hint of a conspiratory grin illuminating both of our
faces.
"Hey!" shouted the voice from the hallway, this time more
persistent, with a kick to the wall.
I kissed you once more, ever-so-softly, and whispered, "Happy New
Year..."
To which you echoed, "Happy New Year..."
Reaching inside your tuxedo jacket, you pulled out a business card
and slipped it into my breast pocket, muttering lustfully, "Let's celebrate
again soon."
The grin remained on my face, imprinted there for eternity, or at
least for the remainder of the night. I pulled open the door, and together
we stepped out of the room, startling the intoxicated man leaning against
the wall. I felt your hand at the small of my back, ushering me away, and
we descended into the main wing of the mansion once more, the sound of the
party that we had momentarily escaped from coming back to greet us once
more.
Despite the utter disheartenment of separation, we eventually bid
one another farewell and parted ways - you to your companions and me to
another glass of champagne. Although our encounter had been nothing short
of brief, the intensity of emotion remained strong, coursing through
me. There was no doubt in my mind that we would see each other again...the
business card tucked away in my breast pocket was reassurance of that.
And as I took one final sip of champagne, preparing to depart from
the party and head home alone, I unexpectedly caught your gaze from across
the room once more - your warm blue eyes crinkling in a knowing smile, your
lips blowing me the most subtle of kisses.
Without hesitation, I returned the smile and blew you a kiss as
well, holding a hand up in farewell before exiting the room, suddenly
feeling inexplicably light in my step - as though I could simply float the
remainder of the way home.